this idea of two people meeting on a road.. and instead of just passing by they decide to accept the confontation of their souls some people are settling down... some people are settling... and some people refuse to settle for anything less... than butterflies.
* stardust in your eye * you're going somewhere and so am i *
that's why i'm singing don't worry cause now i've got your back.. and every time you feel like crying i'm gonna try and make you laugh.. and if i can't if it just hurts too bad then we'll wait for it to pass.. and i will keep you company through those days so long and black.. and we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of love's uneven remainders.. our lives are fractions of a whole.. but if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.. then i think we'd see the beauty there and stand staring in awe.. at our still lives posed.. like a bowl of oranges.. like a story told.. by the fault lines and the soil.. don't you have any regular friends? famous people are just more interesting;) what KIND of beer?
"music.. true music.. not just rock and roll.. IT CHOOSES YOU."
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"and one of these people is gonna save the world. and that means, rock & roll can save the world, all of us together." ("rock & roll can save the world? the chicks are great? i sound like a dick!!" "you are a dick.")
"and it's not about money or popularity.. although SOME MONEY would be nice! but rock & roll is a lifestyle and a way of thinking. it's a voice that says here i am, and FUCK YOU, if you can't understand me!"
"we. are not. groupies. this is penny lane man, show some respect. groupies.. sleep with rockstars cause they want to be near someone famous. we're here because of the music. we. are bandaids. we don't have intercourse with these guys! we inspire the music, we're here.. because.. of the music. she was the one who changed everything. she was the one who said.. no more sex. no more exploiting our bodies and our hearts. (right, right.) just blow jobs and that's it. it's allllll happening!" can you believe these new girls?! none of them use birth control, and they eat ALL THE STEAK! i mean they dont even know what it is.. to truly love.. some silly little piece of music.. or some band.. so much.. that it hurts.. and that's what great art is about! the guilt.. the longing.. love disguised as sex and sex disguised as love.. "you just have to remember that these guys are jealous.. insecure.. talented.. egocentric.. and manipulative geniuses.. they're lead singers! they can say 'i love you' to twenty thousand people.. but any fewer is a real problem." ;)
(disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark and make everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored christs that glow in the dark (it's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred...) advertising signs con you into thinking you're the one that can do what's never been done, that can win what's never been won, meanwhile life outside goes on all around you. you lose yourself, you reappear, you suddenly find you've got nothing to fear. alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice unclear startles your sleeping ear to hear that somebody really thinks they found you. a question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy you and ensure you not to quit, ensure you not to forget, that it is not he, or she, or them, or it, that you belong to)